Heart you, USPS
I started this earlier but then I came home, after a night of drinks with friends, to check my mail and find four more handwritten cards to add to my pile, which only fuels my goodwill. A handwritten card in the mail speaks so much more to me than the millions of words we type into text boxes every day, a mailed photo means so much more than the pictures on my facebook feed. I don’t need to click a “like” button, I can just smile, and acknowledge the greeting in person, at another time, at my leisure.
Earlier in the week I was madly attempting to write mini-personal messages on my now-traditional holiday letters, and I was annoyed with the whole thing. Why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep stressing out about what to say when nothing really changes? But I gritted my teeth and got through it, writing messages of “Happy Birthday!” with full trust that my 44 cents would get the letters to the birthday ladies on the very next day. As I see friends and family, they give me positive feedback and I realize that the cycle is good, and the Postal Service is good, and I’m so grateful that I can send written things that can’t be google indexed, that can’t be valued by a number of thumbs up, that hopefully won’t be scanned to share with the world.
